I smiled and said: "The serious mouth-mouth jade has been in people's mouths for hundreds of years."
"This one is made of colored glaze. It smells bad. This is..."
I immediately said it was Qiaozhu, and it was also of high vintage.
He nodded and his eyes fell on the bundle of bamboo slips in the corner of the table. He opened it and frowned when he saw it.
After looking at it for several minutes, he put down his things and asked softly: "Where did this come from?"
I told him directly that this was a bamboo slip from the New Dynasty after the Western Han Dynasty. It came from an ancient tomb with a thin coffin in Mangshan, Luoyang. We dug it out and soaked it with medicinal water, otherwise it would not be preserved.
He asked in a low voice: "Have you studied the calligraphy written on it?"
I shook my head: "No, they are all written in Chudi's bird and insect inscriptions, and none of us recognize them. Now, although these bamboo slips have been soaked in potion, 70% of the words on them are blurred and cannot be read clearly."
"Oh, that's how it is."
He said: "Okay, I've seen everything and I can get it. Should you make the price or should I make the price?"
"Brother Chen, tell me and I'll listen."
He said directly: "Six hundred and fifty thousand! I brought cash, give you cash!"
I showed no expression on my face, but I was muttering in my heart that his first quote was not low.
If the market price of this batch of goods is one million, because we are in urgent need of money to return the goods, I expected that he would pay 400,000 at most, but the direct offer was 650,000, which is indeed much higher than I thought.
He's not my father or my brother, so why should he give me more money? Is it because he thinks I'm more handsome? No way.
Seeing that I remained silent, he smiled and said: "Little brother, don't be suspicious. Although the goods are returned by a colleague, the introducer is Mr. Jiao. I want to sell his face, and I won't kill you too harshly."
I nodded. It was indeed understandable to say so. Favors are worth their weight in gold.
"Brother Chen, do you think 750,000 is okay? Mainly, these things are of good quality. I'm going to add this one for you."
I took out a silver dollar from my pocket and threw it on the table. This was the three-bird silver dollar I got from Aunt Mingmi before.
"Three bird coins, okay, then seven hundred and fifty thousand."
He turned around and gave his men a look, and the person standing behind him immediately brought a snakeskin sack from the corner.
The sacks were filled with cash tied with white paper strips, each bundle worth ten thousand yuan. He took out a dozen bundles, then threw the sack directly at my feet and said: "Brother, if you click a little, you won't miss a penny."
I poured out all the money in bundles and counted it. If one bundle was missing, it would be 10,000 less. I took a few out of them to see if they were fake money.
At half past twelve at night, the train was still moving forward, and the people around me were no longer aware of where they were. Chen Pingding handed me a cigarette and helped me light it. He praised me without hesitation for being young and promising.
You will definitely be able to stand out in the future.
I just listened to these compliments and concentrated on counting the money while holding a cigarette in my mouth. Inadvertently, I looked up at the table.
Suddenly I noticed that in the small bundle of bamboo slips from the New Dynasty in the corner, some of them were lying upside down.
From my point of view, I could vaguely see two characters written with crooked brushes on birds and insects.
Seems to be...
"Ying Yuan".
I blinked hard and looked.
On the bamboo slips lying upside down, it seems that there are indeed two words "Ying Yuan" written on them.
Some characters in Niao Chongwen are hard to decipher, but some characters look like Xiaozhuan, so I can understand them better.
"Brother, count the money quickly! What are you looking at?"
"Oh...I didn't see anything, but my eyes suddenly felt a little dry, haha."
Chen Pingding had a smile on his face. He pretended to ask me casually: "There are many ancient tombs on Mang Mountain. I'm curious, brother, are there any gold objects found in the ancient tomb where these bamboo slips came from?"
